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The first time Hawkins visited him in Udon, it had been on Kaidou’s orders. To assess how close Kid was to breaking. To see if he ever would.
The second time Hawkins visited of his own volition; mostly to brag. To see if he could break Kid’s spirit himself.
“You should see what they’ve done to the Massacre Soldier” Basil Hawkins sneered. “Your precious first mate is ours now. Care to be next?”
“Killer!” Kid’s eyes grew wide. “You’re lying! He would never break. He’s not weak like you.” Kid spat at Hawkins.
“He did. And he did it with a smile” The Fortune Teller taunted.
Kid lunged at him, but, weakened by his seastone cuffs, he was easily stopped by the bars of his cell. “If you come back here again, I’ll rip you to shreds” Kid threatened. If they had hurt his first mate, Kid would murder Kaidou and every single one of his men, starting with Hawkins.
Hawkins scoffed in condescension and took his leave of the stone prison.
Despite Hawkins disbelief, Kid intended to fulfill his promise. So the pirate prepared. He had been strength training in his seastone cuff since his sentence started, and he figured he could take Hawkins in a fight as long as he got the jump on him. He just needed to get to Hawkins where there were no guards around. Luckily the magician preferred to visit late at night when Kid was confined to his cell. If he could remove a couple of bars then he could pull Hawkins into the cell, out of view of any guards, and kill him swiftly and mercilessly before the anyone saw.
The captain spent the next several days chipping at the rocks that held the cell bars in place, all while fantasizing about strangling the thin blonde man, crushing his trachea in his fist.
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Hawkins, always the narcissist, didn’t stay away long. He returned soon, wearing his usual sly smirk. Kid grinned at him, a menacing glint in his eyes. Tonight would be different. Tonight Kid would wipe the smug look off his face.
Hawkins began monologuing as per usual. Bragging about his prescience for joining Kaidou, telling Kid that he would bend the knee to the dragon king soon. Going on and on about what he had seen in his stupid fucking tarot cards. Kid waited, suspiciously patient, scooting slowly to the front of the cell.
His preparation was soon rewarded. Hawkins, too confident in his safety, in cell bars and tarot cards, allowed himself to become distracted. He took his eyes off of Kid for just a moment, and Kid lunged, knocking the loosened bars away. His prey tried to dodge him, but Kid caught his soft blonde hair and dragged him into the cell. Before the man could scream, Kid pushed his hand over his mouth. Hawkins bit his large meaty fingers but Kid held tight. He was going to enjoy squeezing the life out of the man. Kid could feel victory as the man below him began to shake and convulse. The side of Hawkins’ eyes wrinkled and Kid suddenly realized he was laughing. Fuck.
Kid withdrew his hand and his captive cackled manically. “Ha! you’re so predictable. I saw your little plan coming weeks ago in my tarot cards”
“Stop talking about your fucking cards!” Kid punched him in the face.
Hawkins didn’t flinch. His body barely moved. Kid grabbed him by the neck and pushed him up against the wall. Hawkins smirked “I knew you would try something, so I made an insurance plan. My voodoo doll is your precious first mate. Any damage you do to me will hurt the Massacre Soldier instead.”
Kid’s eyes went wide. “You fucking piece of shit” he growled. But his comment was hollow. He knew that he had lost. He didn’t know where Killer was, or if he was ok. He had already done enough harm to his first mate by leading his crew into a false alliance. Now he was choking his best friend half to death. He stood there frozen, still holding Hawkins to the wall.
He quietly accepted defeat, slowly lowering Hawkins until his feet touched the ground. He pulled the man into a tight desperate hug and kissed the side of Hawkins’ face where his fist had made contact. On the verge of tears he whispered “I’m so sorry Kil,” and he finally let Hawkins go.
Hawkins smiled in sick satisfaction at Kid’s display of grief. He left quietly, knowing he had won.
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When Hawkins next visited, he smirked at the larger man and stepped willingly into the cell, knowing he was protected by his devil fruit.
Kid glared. “You think you’re fucking funny! I’ll wipe that goddamn smirk off your face!” he growled, pushing his enemy to the wall. Despite Kid’s vitriol, Hawkins noticed that he was surprisingly gentle. He would take care not to hurt him.
Understanding his control of the situation, Hawkins taunted Kid “What exactly are you going to do about it Kid, you can’t—”
Kid interrupted with a violent kiss, leaving a smear of red lipstick across the man’s pale face. “Shut up” Kid said, pinning Hawkins to the wall with his body and running his hand through long blonde hair. He sunk his teeth into Hawkins’ neck as if he were marking him, reclaiming his former ally. But the man’s skin remained a blank canvas. Kid pushed his hand under Hawkins’ flowing white shirt and dragged his fingernails across the other pirate’s back. He could feel how smooth the man’s skin was, uniquely unscarred.
Hawkins sighed and leaned into Kid’s touch, infuriating the supernova further. Kid had meant to humiliate him, trying damage his ego if not his body. But Hawkins was enjoying himself.
“You fucking Freak, you disgust me!” Kid hissed. He ripped the magicians pants open and pushed them to the ground, tempted to slam his cock in dry to make the magician bleed. But looking at Hawkins’ smooth porcelain skin, free of any scars or bruises, reminded Kid of his restrictions. He growled and spit on Hawkins face, trying to reclaim his dominance, but instead a vibrant blush spread across the man’s pale cheeks and neck and he grew half hard. The blonde slid his hands around Kid and drew the man back to him, whispering in his ear “just use me”.
A stream of insults tumbled out of Kid’s mouth as spit on his fingers and pushed his hand between Hawkins’ legs, circling his entrance. He slid in one thick finger and then another shortly after, working the man in front of him open.
Kid unleashed his fury into the traitor. He unbuckled his pants, coated himself in spit and Hawkin’s precum and pushed it in quickly. He pulled Hawkins leg up over his hip and thrusted violently. He used his hand to pin Hawkins’ arms to the wall. He could keep control of this fucked-up situation. Hawkins was is prey and Kid would trap him.
Hawkins began trying pathetically to rub his cock against Kid’s leg “please daddy, touch me” he begged.
“Fuck off,” Kid refused, tightening his grasp on Hawkins wrists. He fucked Hawkins until he came and then he abruptly pulled out, letting Hawkins’ sink to the ground, his untouched cock still leaking. Kid buckled his pants. “Get out” he ordered. The magician complied, grabbing his pants and exiting the cell.